Your face ripples to
My mind to pleasure me
And out again. An image
Lost only to splash onto
My page of work, clear
As a beached shell I listen
Down to a tide hoping to
Hear your breath, but its
softness drowns in the
Warming cry of a starboard buoy
Lurching on the bars of waves
Strectched across the sound
Each breaker's damp white hem
Pillowed by the rocks echoes the
Whisper of my voice saying
Your name